Page 41 of No Pucking Way

"Just your cock?" I whispered.

“All of me is desperate for you.” There was an ache in his voice and a burning vulnerability in his gaze. And I understood what he was feeling, because sometimes this all just felt like too much.

Like we were living in a dream world, the five of us, and if we blinked, it would all go away.

He lifted off me, and slid up his shirt—I’d never get used to his perfection. That eight pack, the sexy v that dipped to his hips. Self-consciousness slithered through me.

My body was all soft curves, none of the hard perfection of his body present anywhere on me.

“You’re perfect,” he promised as he pushed down his pants, revealing the swollen, glistening head of his huge cock.

He rubbed it through my dripping wet folds, once…twice, his gaze searching mine.

I nodded, a smile tipping my lips as he pushed in slowly, carefully, his eyes never leaving mine.

I gasped at the stretch. No matter how many times they took me, it always felt like this, the perfect stretch as they filled me completely.

His lips descended, sweetly moving against me, his tongue dancing and tangling with mine.

“I love you,” he murmured as he slowly drew back.

Before I could answer him, he slammed forward, until he was sheathed completely inside me, my cry filling the room as he completely stretched me open.

“That’s it, baby. You take me so good. Like you were made just for me,” he groaned as he kissed me softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He sounded kind of dazed as his fingertips trailed along my jaw.

My breath caught as he started moving, the tip of his cock hitting that perfect spot. His arms caged me in so I felt completely possessed by him.

Completely owned.

He thrust in and out of me as I wrapped my legs around his hips, pleasure spiraling through me.

“Fuck.” He flipped us over until I was on top of him, his fingers digging into my hips, his cock filling me.

I flushed as his gaze slid down my face, to my breasts, to where we were connected. He bit down sexily on his bottom lip and I almost came just from that.

“Ride me, sweetheart. Show me how much you own me,” he ordered in a gruff voice.

I shifted my hips, lifting myself off him, still keeping him inside me before I thrust down.

“That’s it. Choke my big dick. I love your tight cunt, princess,” he growled.

Suddenly I was awake, completely on top of a hard body, my core rubbing against his leg like I was a dog in heat.

Coming.

My whole body contracting as pleasure surged through me.

It took a second for the horror to flash through me. Lifting my head, I stared up at…

Carter.

I was in bed with Carter.

I’d just fucking dry humped Carter.

And judging by the monster dick pressing against my hip…I’d been doing it for awhile.

“Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap,” I screeched as I launched myself off him.

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